So I decided to make a second part to this one. Making the boys rude like that made me feel extremely guilty so...yeah. Here's part two!
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Harry:
It was morning. The sun was shining, forcing you to wake up. However, you weren't on the couch like you were last night.
Rolling over, you came face to face with Harry.
"Hi." He said, giving you a small smile.
"Hi."
"Listen. I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean anything. I was just stressed. It's been a crazy week, but yesterday was the worst. Nothing was going right, people keep spreading false rumors about me. I dunno, I'm sorry. I was stupid to take my anger out on you. You don't deserve that. None of what I said was true, you're not annoying."
You smiled. Even though his words did hurt you, you already knew he didn't mean it. "It's okay Harry. I know you didn't mean it. If it makes you feel better, I forgive you."
"It does. I feel incredibly guilty for that though. I hope you don't get tired of me apologizing to you for the next ten years." He laughed.
"Oh Harry, I love you."
"I love you too Y/N. Now let's go get some ice cream to make-up for last night." He kissed you, then dragged you out of bed.
Niall:
You came in the front door with a bag of fast food in your hand. You were still pretty peeved with Niall's behavior so you decided to give him his food and go to bed.
As you walked into the kitchen though, you were surprised. The meal you had made and thrown in the trash was sitting at the table, along with two plates of food. Niall was sitting in his seat.
You rolled your eyes and set the food on the table. "What are you doing Niall?"
"Saying I'm sorry for my behavior. It was uncalled for. I just had a bad day, and I took your meal as an opportunity to let my anger out. To be honest, the food is quite delicious. I tasted it. I'm sorry. You can cook, I don't know what was going through my head when I said that. Now, let's sit down and finish dinner, yeah?"
You chuckled. "Niall?"
"Yeah?"
"You do realize that this food was sitting in the trash for a good hour while I was gone, right?"
"I'm aware of that."
"And you already ate some?"
"Yea- oh. Right." He set his fork down.
You just laughed. "Here. I got this instead."
You two enjoyed your meal together.
Louis:
You were still laying on the couch when Louis got home.
"Did you have a fun time?" You asked him as he came in the door.
"Yeah." He says back, and appears in front of you. He kneels down on his knees so he's eye level with you.
"I'm sorry Y/N. I didn't mean it. I get you're sick and I put my feelings before yours. You're not boring, not at all. I'm sorry for being such a jerk to you. Forgive me?"
You smile. "You're forgiven Louis."
"Good." He kissed you. "I have noticed that you've been complaining about not feeling good lately. Is everything okay? Do I need to take you to the doctor so they can run tests? Anything?"
You smile, ready to tell him the news. "We're okay Louis."
"Okay but if you- wait. Did you say we're?"
You nod. "I'm pregnant Louis."
His face was priceless. "Pregnant? I'm gonna be a dad. OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO BE A DAD! YOU'RE GOING TO BE A MOM! WE'RE GOING TO BE PARENTS!" He shouts, smiling ear to ear. He kisses you then does a dance.
"I'm going to be a dad! Woohoo!" You laugh at him.
"We are going to be the best darn parents this world will ever have. We are going to spoil our baby. Oh my gosh. What are we gonna name him?"
"I don't even know if it's a boy or a girl yet." He chuckle.
"Oh it's a boy, believe me. He could be my little twin. Oh Y/N. I'm so excited. I can't wait! I love you." He says and kisses you, then kisses your belly.
Liam:
You woke up the next morning with a terrible headache. You rolled over in bed to grab your phone. To your surprise, there were no messages from Liam. You had at least expected an apology or something from him. Scoffing, you got out of bed and dragged yourself to the shower.
After showering, you walked downstairs into the living room. You couldn't breathe. There, standing right in front of you with a huge bouquet of roses, was Liam. You covered your mouth with your hand, tears flowing down your face.
"I'm sorry Y/N. I was stupid. I shouldn't have said what I said last night. After you said we should break up, I lost it. I was so incredibly mad at myself for saying those things to you. I hated myself. I still do for what I did. So I caught the next flight out here, got you these roses, and here I am, apologizing. I can't lose you. You're my everything. I'm sorry for hurting you. I understand you missed me, I missed you too. I don't know why I said all those horrible things to you. I love you Y/N. Will you forgive me?"
You nod, running into Liam's arms as he hugs you tightly. You missed this, you missed him. It's been too long since you've been in his arms.
"I have one more surprise for you." He smiles and pulls something out of his pocket.
He gets down on one knee and opens the little black box to expose a beautiful ring. "I love you Y/N. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
"Oh Liam, yes. Yes! Yes, I will marry you!" You hug him as he gets up, and he kisses you passionately.
"I love you, wife." He smiles.
"And I love you, husband."
Zayn:
After thinking about it all night, you decided you would just leave Zayn. It was a selfish move, but you couldn't take this hate anymore. Ever since you and Zayn became a couple, everything went downhill. You hated to do this to him, but you had to think of yourself. He still hadn't even apologized to you either.
After writing a long letter explaining why you couldn't be with him anymore, you packed your bags and left. You weren't sure where to go. You had nowhere. So you decided to call your mom and ask if you could come back home. She agreed of course.
You were currently sitting in the airport waiting for your plane to take off. You were flying back home, to America.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, you heard shouting. You got up out of your seat and walked around the corner to find an obviously distraught Zayn yelling at the security guard to let him back there to find you.
"Zayn?" You shouted, and he looked up, his eyes red. You began to walk out of the terminal towards him. "What are you doing here?"
"Don't leave me, Y/N. Please. I saw your letter, and I knew you would be flying back to America. Just please, don't leave me. I need you, I love you. I didn't mean anything I said last night. I was frustrated. Seeing you upset over hate gets me upset, and I lost it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please. Don't leave." He began bawling as he pulled you into him.
"Shh, I won't leave Zayn."
"You won't?" You shook your head and he smiled.
"Good. Can we go home now?"
"Yes, we can." You smiled as he kissed you.
Yup. Now I feel better with this part cause the boys aren't being jerks. Yay me.
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